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The team tournament, the second round of the Sword of the South Tournament, had finally begun. Unlike the battle royale, which occurred in a separate area from the spectators, the team tournament was held in an arena where spectators could watch the matches up close. Commoners and nobles shared the same space to view the competition, though, of course, the noble seats were much wider and more comfortable.
People had waited a full week for this event, and their anticipation was through the roof. They clamored to see the matches, shouting that even a second’s delay was unbearable.
But the atmosphere among the nobles was entirely different.
“...”
It wasn’t just a few; all the nobles were acting strangely. They weren't filled with anticipation, but rather unease and discomfort. They kept scanning their surroundings, sitting on the edges of their seats as if ready to flee at any moment. They looked like children dragged somewhere they didn’t want to go.
In the section reserved for Sefira sat Myle, Taragon, and Katherine.
“Doesn’t the atmosphere feel off?” asked Taragon.
Myle, without even shifting his gaze, replied, “Pretend you don’t notice for now. Dame Katherine.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Find out why the nobles look so uneasy.”
“Understood.”
For the past week, Myle and his siblings had focused entirely on preparing for the tournament. As...
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